Calestine was late to work. She almost always was. She cringed as the tacky bell chimed happily as she opened the door. Her black pumps clicked as she walked into her bosses office. “Calestine. You’re late. Again.” He grumbled, not looking up at her. “I know, Anthony.” She stared him in the eyes, her voice a hiss. “Here are the reports you wanted from customers.” She turned on her heel and left before he could answer. She huffed as she bumped into you.